Authors: Erin Trejo

Creed: Fallen Angel's MC (17 page)

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Creed

Leaving her again was the last thing I had planned to do. Once I had her in my arms I swore she wouldn’t be out of them and now I’m sitting here waiting for a shit storm to happen.

“Talked to Strike and Greg. They are both in on it. Should play out just fine.” Sitting here looking through the binoculars is driving me crazy. I want to be in on this shit.

“I want him, Tank. I want my hands around his neck.” I can hear Tank huff next to me. He knows what I feel.

“Shit, brother. He runs, he’s yours. Just keep it off the radar.” I know what he means. For this to play out the way I want it to it has to look like Sharp took him out.

“This is fuckin’ killin’ me man.” Shaking my head, he knows what I mean.

“I hear em’ comin’.” We sit back and listen to the rumble of the bikes as the Fallen Angel’s roll up outside the Shadow’s club house. To say I’m nervous is an understatement. I’m sweating bullets here.

“It’s a solid plan Creed.” Tank whispers over to me as I watch the shit storm unfolding in front of us.

Sharp is at the head of the group moving in as the Shadow’s are walking out of their club house. Smiles are all over their faces like the Angel’s just fell into their laps. You’re welcome motherfuckers.

Tank and I make our way closer to the action as Sharp’s hands fly in the air. Once we are close enough I can hear everything being said.

“How you wanna handle this shit, Kenny? Brother on brother or club on club?” Sharp isn’t playing around which makes me smile. I knew that motherfucker wanted him as bad as I do.

“You came up to my clubhouse and ask that?” Kenny looks around at his guys as they all laugh. Here it comes, I can feel it.

“You got it.” Sharp growls before the Angel’s guns come out, Shadow’s guns not far behind.

Shots are fired between the two groups as they each seek shelter from the bullets. My eyes stay trained on the three people that I worry about the most, Sharp, Kenny and Fly.

“Shit look.” Tank slaps my shoulder as we watch Fly fall to the ground. I know a part of me should feel bad but these motherfuckers have taken away from the club behind all the brothers backs for a long time.

“He down?” Trying to keep my eyes on the other two I can’t focus on Fly.

“He’s down.” Knowing that Fly is officially dead sends a jolt of pride through me.

We watch as the rest of the show goes on. Shots ring through the night but the two I want gone aren’t going. My chest tightens as I feel a wave of anxiety roll over me.

“We need to do somethin’.” Growling I know this isn’t playing out how I want it to.

“Fuck man! Follow the creek down to the old bridge. I’ll get the motherfuckers there.” Before I can protest or say a word, Tank has taken off.

“Fuck!” I almost scream loud enough for everyone to hear me before I look around and take off. I hope this fucker knows what he’s doing.

It takes me about 10 minutes to get down to the fucking bridge. I don’t know why I listened to that fucker anyways. My mind is a complete fucking mess as I cross the cold water in the creek.

“Fuckin’ bullshit.” I bitch about the water in my boots when I hear laughter. I already have my gun drawn when I see Tank’s ugly face smiling at me.

“Took you long enough. Come on, I brought gifts.” Motioning with his gun, I climb the small hill to see Sharp and Kenny both on their knees in front of him.

“Well, fuck me.” I smile over at him making him chuckle.

“You motherfuckers will pay for this.” Sharp growls as I smile at him. He doesn’t realize how happy he’s just made me.

“You won’t get back to make me pay. You, I don’t want you.” I point at Sharp as Kenny’s eyes widen. Yeah, I want you motherfucker.

“What the fuck did I do?” Kenny tries to act all nonchalant about the whole thing but he won’t be walking out of here either.

“You hurt somethin’ that belonged to me.” His eyes look shocked. He doesn’t get it.

“You still hung up on that bitch?” My eyes turn to Sharp before looking at Tank.

“Can I?” His little kiddy plea has me laughing again. I nod my head as he trains his gun on Sharp’s head.

“You wouldn’t.” The slight snarl is snapped off Sharps face when Tank pulls the trigger, Sharp hits the ground.

“What bitch he talkin’ about?” Kenny looks like he could care less that Tank just took out his brother.

“Jada.” As the words leave my mouth his drops open. He looks back and forth between the two of us before he speaks again.

“You got my leftovers?” He laughs. That will be the last laugh.

“No, you had mine. She was always mine. This is for her.” Raising my gun I place it to his temple and pull the trigger.

Closing my eyes I should be sickened by what I just did but the pure satisfaction that pours through my veins says otherwise.

“We need to move on the club.” Nodding over at Tank we move.

It doesn’t take us long to meet back up with the other brothers at the clubhouse.

“You see what happened?” Darby one of the other brothers looks at us as we walk in. Blood stains my clothes from shooting Kenny but I don’t care.

“We took Kenny down but he got Sharp first.”

“We vote, NOW!” Strike yells as everyone else nods.

I follow behind Tank as we head into the room, unknown fates hanging in the balance.

Strike talks and puts all the information on the table before hands fly up.

“Vote Creed in as the new president say, I.” My eyes dart to his as he nods his head. I swallow hard as Tank slaps my shoulder. This wasn’t a part of the plan but I know that Tank and I can lead this club in the right direction.

I’s go up around the room. They all voted for me. Fucking Christ even the guys that have been here from the beginning voted for me.

After Tank is voted in as VP, the club blows up into a party.

“Shit! Tank, we gotta ride!”

Jada

I watched the clock like a fucking hawk. I won’t run off, I can’t. Cher is standing behind me with the bag in her hand.

“What do you think’s in it?” She finally speaks. I turn to face her now.

“I don’t know. He didn’t say.” We both look at the bag before I nod. Cher sets it on the bed as we both eye it.

“You do it.” Her hand flies away from the bag like it caught fire.

I laugh slightly before I reach for the zipper. I pull it back slowly waiting for something to jump out at me.

“It’s money. It’s a fucking bag full of money.” Shaking my head, I can’t believe this.

“What’s that?” Cher points at a small envelope that I carefully pick up. It has my name scribbled on the front. Peeling it open slowly, it’s a letter from Creed.

Jada,

You know what happened if you’re readin’ this. God, I wish I was there holdin’ you right now. Just know that I will always be with you. I made a mistake when I left you on that roof top 5 years ago but this time wasn’t a mistake. All I ever wanted for you was for you to be happy and safe. I can at least say I died tryin’ to make you as safe as possible. You mean everythin’ to me, Jada. When Jason died I lost myself and so did you. It hurt me to see you like that but I was so fuckin’ broken myself I knew I couldn’t fix you. When you walked into my club my world started spinnin’ again. You made me feel like I’ve never felt before and I fuckin’ love you more for that. You and Cher take this money and make a life. Don’t cry over me, I’ll always be in your heart. You are what made my heartbeat. I love you more than you could possibly know, Jada.

You hold my heart,

Creed

Tears slide down my cheeks. Creed doesn’t know how much he meant to me but I know now what I meant to him. If he isn’t here I need to respect what he wanted and go.

As hard as this is going to be, I have to do it. He lost his life for me and now I need to live out his last wish.

“Are you ok?” Cher places her hand on my shoulder before I wipe my face quickly.

“Yeah, we need to go.” Cher looks at the clock and it’s already 6:46 Am. We should have left a long time ago but I couldn’t.

“Ok.” Cher zips the bag throwing it over her shoulder.

Walking out of the hotel room is the hardest thing I have ever had to do, even harder than watching Creed leave. This is like the final nail in the coffin. He’s gone and it’s my fault.

“Where are we going?” We walk towards the road before I answer her but I’m clueless. I just know that Creed wanted us gone, so we’re going.

“I don’t know.” As we take another step, hands wrap around my waist making me scream.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?”

“Creed!” Spinning around I throw my arms around his neck holding as tight as I can. I can’t believe he’s here! In my arms and safe.

“You leavin’ me already?” His slight laughter does nothing but make me cry harder. Creed pulls back gripping my face in his hands.

“You’re here. You’re ok.” His smile melts my heart, he’s here. He really is here.

“I’m ok.”

“Are we good?” I hate to ask the obvious but it still lingers at the back of my mind.

“We’re good. You’re officially huggin’ the new president of the Fallen Angel’s MC.” Did he just say that? Of everything else that’s happened he’s taking over?

“You? Oh my god! Creed.” I kiss him roughly before he pulls back again.

“There’s just one more problem I need to take care of before we go back.” His face turns serious again and my heart speeds up. I knew it couldn’t be over that easily. It was too good to be true.

Creed drops to his knees in front of me as I look around confused.

“I can’t go back there until you agree to be my wife. I can’t lose you again, Jada. Losin’ Jason hurt me but losin’ you again will kill me. I can’t take that chance anymore. Will you be with me?” My heart slams in my chest as I look into his eyes.

Tears fall down my cheeks as I look into the eyes of the man I’ve loved since I was a kid. The man that holds every piece of me inside of him.

How I ever made it through 5 years without him I will never know but I do know how I will make it through the next 5. Right in his arms where I’ve always belonged.

“Always, Creed. Always.”

The End.

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